Samuel Boyse Poems

Cease, thou bright God of Poetry and Light,
To urge relentless Daphne's rapid Flight!
Think on th' inconstant Source from whence she came,
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When Apollo pursu'd his coy Mistress of old,
If his Harp, as they tell us, was made of right Gold;
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As Daphne did from tuneful Phoebus fly,
Still must his Sons expect an equal Fate!
For cruel Beauty doom'd in vain to sigh,
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Susanna, take Lucretia's boasted Place,
Superior Virtue claims superior Pow'r!
The Roman could not live with her Disgrace,
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